LONG POINT LIGHT Long Point’s apparitional this warm spring morning, the strand a blur of sandy light, and the square white of the lighthouse—separated from us by the bay’s ultramarine as if it we...
It’s your life, quite possibly your only one. Still you find yourself having a vodka at three a.m., waiting for your pill to kick in, with time ticking through you and your own ghost already wandering...
It had seemed like the beginning of happiness, and Clarissa is still sometimes shocked, more than thirty years later, to realize that it was happiness; that the entire experience lay in a kiss and a w...
I'm just a child who's learned to impersonate an adult.
I think pretty much everybody who says he needs money really and truly needs money.
I know a conquistador when I see one. I know all about making a splash. It isn't hard. If you shout loud enough, for long enough, a crowd will gather to see what all the noise is about. It's the natur...
His father had a merciless eye that could find one bad straw in ten bales of good intentions.
Gus the driver is everywhere and yet he appears nowhere, not in portraits or photographs, not even in the stories of men like Barthelme and Carver, who were all about guys with jobs and prospects like...
Everything is infected with brightness, throbbing with it, and she prays for dark the way a wanderer lost in the desert prays for water. The world is every bit as barren of darkness as a desert is of...
Dünyada en çok istediği şey, o olmayan ama tıpatıp onun gibi olan, yardımsever bir diktatörün idaresinde yaşamaktı - ülkeyi gerçekten o (kendisi) yönetseydi, karşı çıkma, eleştirme hakkından vazgeçmes...
Dear Leonard. To look life in the face. Always to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it. To love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard. Always the year...
Any other vexations to report? he asks.I love the word 'vexations.'It's the 'x.' Nice to jump off a 'v' and bite into an 'x' like that.Just the usual ones, she says.How was the weekend?Vexing. Not rea...
We’d hoped for love of a different kind, love that knew and forgave our human frailty but did not miniaturize our grander ideas of ourselves.
This moment may come to us all, at some point in our eventutal move from health into sickness. We abandon our old obligation to consider the needs of others, and give ourselves up to their care. There...
I sometimes wonder how you live with such a modest sense of romance, Barrett says. Superstition and romance are not the same thing.
I had blundered again, obscurely, and rather than go on worrying over my behavior, I decided to just give in and dislike Alice.
He's one of those smart, drifty young people who, after certain deliberations, decides he wants to do Something in the Arts but won't, possibly can't, think in terms of an actual job; who seems to ima...
He's filled with a sense of childish release, the old feeling that because you are sick, all your trials and obligations have been suspended.
He pours himself more coffee, draws out a final, really final, line on the tabletop. Maybe he’s just not … awake enough to be gifted. Maybe one day, why not today, he’ll bust out of his lifelong drows...
Gratitude is the only appropriate response to everything that happens.